Corrección Letra 6Feet par Vince The Messenger

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Kicking over tables, make some room for me
Kicking down your doors, sh*t I heard you had some loot for me
Punching into ears, sh*t I rap the way a tuba speak
Sw*** it drip like syrup, but I promise you ain’t nothing sweet
Black and static how they colour me
My psyche have me acting all erratic when I burn the weed
Reason for your murder, sh*t thats something that your purse could be
So hand it over easy, look I’m only here for currency
Cut the bullsh*t, you know how we ranking (uh)
Skanking it easy, its easy we skanking
Easy as E when he left with, whole lot a questions unanswered
Quest to the top of the bucket, posers imposing your sanctions
Thank him, he the reason for your new enlightened mind state
Slime get to tripping, then we quick to raise the crime rate
I’m late, never, sport the Casio for time sake
You can probably catch him swinging through the jungle like a primate
Now look who moving smoother than criminals
Never clear case cut, cause his message subliminal
Ou that cranium leaking something, and oozing all over em
Let it flow to your veins, doses of audio-opium
Potent punches to your stomach, striking low, you never ducking ‘em
Ducats in his wallet, why you startled at the sight of him
Punches to your stomach, looking low, you never ducking ‘em
Ducats to your wallet, why you startled at the sight of him

Startled by the sight
Of the kid
With the pink on his head
Like the pu**y in the bed
Shorty grippin’ on my squid
Leave me drippin’ till I'm dead
Teach a lesson to these kids
Don't be messin’ the squid
Leave you wit no high tonight
Blow up like we dynamite
Out of orbit out of sight
Multiply like bad like bad advice
Parasitic y’all parasites
Tunnel vision on the f**king product
I be f**king damned if I die tonight
No snakes sh*ts airtight
Watch for them snakebites
Despite what they tell you
They creepin’ in daylight
These rappers is playing
They think that I play nice
Think l won't bite ‘em and leave em for tailpipes

A year ago I woulda said I’ve been in love before
But now I’m knowing’ better than to trust what my brain take me for
Got one foot out the door
But the other stuck back in the porch
I’m tryna make sure that my lights is on
Don’t care about a Porsche
If sh*t had stayed on track right now I’d be in Raleigh
But this life ain’t owe you sh*t
Ain’t got yo back, and it’s not sorry
I just wanna say I’m sorry that I ever put my faith in you
I let this happen twice, forgot you always drop the other shoe
Pliers gripped in my fist yanking out my f**king teeth
Whats the use of all them sh*ts if I ain’t got the bread to eat
Puncture my lungs cause I’m done caring if I f**king breath
I’m through with this world, I wanna rest in peace 6 feet

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